Geng Tianhe half-lay on the ground, his elbow supporting the surface, slightly lifting his upper body.
Chu Huaixu's sword scabbard gently pressed on his shoulder, indicating he shouldn't get up and that there was no need to fight anymore.
He could see that the opponent's condition had already deteriorated to the extreme.
In addition to being severely injured, his aura was now as chaotic as tangled threads, and the risk of falling into a demonic state increased.
He was genuinely afraid that with one careless move, he would shatter the opponent's Dao heart, plunging him into madness.
This was the East Continent Martial Arts Tournament, not a life-and-death battle.
Moreover, with the opponent sincerely asking for guidance, Chu Huaixu knew how to keep his boundaries.
Below the arena, the onlookers were all dumbfounded.
They never expected that within this ancient-looking sword scabbard, there were hidden seven extremely domineering sword qis!
